Chapter 2
'Man, what the hell hit me?' Sam thought blearily. Shifting in place, Sam took a mental tally of any injuries he may have gotten. Besides being disoriented, he felt fine, though there was something poking him in his side. Slowly opening his eyes and glancing down, he saw the Matrix wedged half-way under him.
Sitting, and then standing up with Matrix in hand, Sam looked around for the first time. He knew that he couldn't be on Earth anymore, simply because at all the metal surrounding him. Everything was made of different types of metal, his surroundings stretched as far as he could see and further still. It was also huge, he felt like a tiny ant compared to some of the structures around him. Though strange to him, Sam thought it suited the place perfectly.
"Am I on Cybertron?" Sam mused to himself, finally looking up. "Nope, I'm not." He stated.
Instead of an endless galaxy overhead, the sky was a multitude of colors that warped and shifted endlessly. While beautiful to watch, it made him, for some reason, feel very small. He glanced down at the Matrix in his hand, it still glowed a bright blue.
"Why do I have the feeling that this is your fault?"
"You would be right Samuel." A deep voice said. It reminded him of Optimus' voice, calming and soothing, but more timeless in tone.
Whirling around, Sam gapped at what had to be the biggest Transformer he had ever seen. Optimus or Megatron would only come up to this guy's ankle he was so damn tall. The unfamiliar Transformer had soft silver optics, and looked like a cross between what Optimus looked like and one of the ancient Primes, his color scheme being white and silver, the white being tinted different colors because of the shifting sky. Very slowly and gently, he lowered a massive hand that could hold a battleship from Earth down to Sam, a staircase forming on the edge. Stunned, Sam climbed up and walked to the center of the other's hand (which took a few minutes). He was brought up to face level.
"I admit I am impressed with your bravery and your response little one." The stranger said a smile in his voice. "Normally, when one is confronted with me, they faint, kneel down, or try to fight me. Not that the last does much good."
Sam quickly closed his mouth, not wanting to be rude to the giant Transformer that currently held him.
"How do you know my name? Who…"
The stranger chuckled, Sam had to struggle to keep from falling over from the vibrations.
"I know many things Samuel. As for who am I, I think you know."
Sam was about to say that he had never seen the other before, when the Matrix pulsed in his hand. He glanced at it, before slowly turning back to the other being, eyes slowing widening in realization.
"You're…you're Primus." Sam breathed out.
The being full out laughed, Sam falling over this time from the vibrations.
"I knew you could do it. Yes, I am the one known as Primus, though I do go by several other names."
'I just met the god of the Cybertronians.' Sam thought dazed. He gave a mental smirk. 'Well, I can cross that off my list of 'Things-to-do-before-I-die-Again'.
"Indeed, you can Samuel."
Sam blinked, "You can read my thoughts?"
Primus nodded, "Yes. Here, nothing is hidden from me. Though I will try to keep from your more private thoughts."
The human nodded, satisfied that the other would do his best to keep his word.
"Thank you. Now, could you tell me why I'm here? Last thing I remember was these goons shot something at me, then this bright light."
Primus shuttered his optics, the Cybertronian equivalent of blinking, before answering.
"Yes, you were attacked. Those beams would have destroyed you, very painfully I might add. The Matrix sensed its bearer in danger and did the only thing it could, by taking you away from there."
Sam waved his hands, the Matrix flying out of his hold only to start hovering near him.
"Hold on! What do you mean 'bearer?' And why did it take me here?"
Primus smiled, "Yes, you are the bearer of the Matrix of Leadership, along with the one called Optimus Prime. Kinda comes with the title. As for taking you here, I'm not sure. Maybe the Matrix believed you would only be safe here, maybe it wants something from us, maybe it just wanted you to complete your list. Who knows?"
Sam chuckled at the last bit, before frowning again.
"What do you mean 'comes with the title?'"
The omnipotent being seemed a little shocked, "You mean you don't know?" He continued in a softer tone, seemingly to speak to himself. "I shouldn't be so surprised; it's likely they haven't seen the signs. Or if they have they just chalked them up to anomalies with you, being a human and all…but they still should have seen the symbol…"
"Um, Primus? Could you run that by me in English please?" Sam joked, though a little worried.
The giant being actually jumped a bit, shaking the planet they were on.
"My apologies little one, my processor ran away with me." Primus said, truly sounding sorry.
"It's alright, but could you explain what you were talking about?"
"Yes, of course. As you know, the Matrix of Leadership can only be earned. What you and the others probably didn't know is that when it is earned by someone, that someone is given a certain title. The title of Prime. When the Matrix was lost ages ago, the All-spark essence did this."
Sam's jaw nearly hit the floor of the planet, despite being hundreds of feet in the air.
"Prime? Me?"
"Yes." Primus said.
A holoform of Primus blinked into existence, about the size of Bumblebee. Very gently, he brushed a finger on the side of Sam's face. In the reflection of Primus' armor, Sam could see a strange symbol glow bluish white before fading to a dull gray. "This is the symbol I was referring to. It seemed as if the Matrix hadn't had a chance to activate it. This is the symbol of a Prime, etched into their armor the second they are chosen."
Sam brushed his fingers against the mark, feeling only the slightest of raised edges on it, his eyes far off. He then shrugged and dropped his hand.
"You surprise me again Samuel. I expected a much different reaction from this news." Primus said, sounding amused and puzzled.
The brunette shrugged.
"After everything I've been through lately, my new motto is 'Just go with it, it'll work out.' No point in freaking out over it, just wastes energy. Besides, it looks like a cool tattoo."
Primus smiled again, "I believe that everything will work out fine between us."
"That's good, wouldn't want an all-powerful being mad at me." Sam joked again. He looked around. "So, uh…where are we? And when can I return to Earth?"
"We are in my world, home, realm, whatever you want to call it. It is between a fold in time, meaning that time flows very differently here compared to other dimensions. As for returning to Earth, the Matrix was the one who did that and only it can return you."
Sam watched the artifact float around almost happily, doing a couple of flips and turns in mid-air.
"And that would be when?"
Primus looked almost sheepish.
"Well, getting here took a considerable amount of energy. And before that you had resurrected several Autobots. The Matrix's energy reserves are almost gone, though it is starting to fill up again. I'm guessing it'll be about a year or so, maybe more, before you can leave."
The Matrix pulsed several times in seemingly random patterns. Primus had a frown on his face, which quite frankly, scared the hell out of Sam.
"I see…. Samuel. Something is going to happen in your universe, something that you need to be prepared for."
Though worried, Sam nodded.
"For my friends, my family and my world, I'll die again if I have too."
"Good answer, though I hope it doesn't come to that. You boy are very interesting to watch." Primus said. The Matrix pulsed again, before vanishing. "It said that it was going to find someplace quiet here to recharge its energy, so your training is up to me."
Sam sat down Indian-style. "What things would I be training in?"
Primus conjured a chair and sat down, slightly jarring Sam while his holoform sat down, mirroring Sam's pose. "I would be helping you control the All-spark that still remains in you, so you won't get overwhelmed when it decides to share something with you. I would also teach you how to harness its power for a multitude of things. Along with that some battle tactics, weapons and physical training, and politics, pretty much everything a Prime would need to know. I would also teach you how to combine with your new partner as well as control your new abilities when they show up."
"New partner? What new partner? And what abilities?" Sam asked eagerly.
Primus chuckled.
"Second question first, your new abilities would mainly center on the psychic abilities you will develop, it could be telekinesis, seer abilities, who knows. I'm not sure what else will manifest in you, simply because there has never been a human Prime before. As for your first question I'll explain that soon." Primus smirked.
Sam just rolled his eyes at the Cybertronian god.
"Alright, so when do we begin?" Sam said, almost dreading what the other could come up with.
Primus laughed,
"Don't worry boy, you'll be fine. We begin your training tomorrow."
Overhead, the swirling colors had dimmed to darker versions of themselves, showing 'night' had arrived. Primus pointed to a building a short walk away, the perfect size for humans.
"Everything you need to survive here is in there. I will see you tomorrow. Oh, here." Primus handed a small capsule to Sam. "Throw that when you're on the ground. Have a good rest, you'll need it."
With that, the deity put him on the ground before fading out of existence.
"Wow, talk about an exit." Sam mused.
He stared at the little capsule in his hand.
"Let's find out what you do."
Tossing the little capsule, he started to cough as it exploded in a puff of smoke with a flash of light that blinded the human. When he finally got his sight back, his jaw dropped at what was in its place. A beautiful gold and silver motorcycle, it just screamed 'Speed!' He jumped though, when it flashed its headlights twice at him.
"Okay, that's weird. Are you a Transformer?" Sam asked, running his hand over the space between the handle bars of the motorcycle.
He jumped again, when Primus' holoform showed up with a sheepish look.
"I forgot to explain about the capsule, didn't I? This is your partner I told you about. And no, it isn't a Transformer, it technically isn't even alive. Though it is sentient, so treat it with respect. It will respond to your call and if you press a button on it, it will return to its capsule form. I'll explain more about it tomorrow."
Before Primus could leave, Sam asked,
"Wait, could you at least tell me what kind of motorcycle it is?"
"Oh yes, it is a NCR M16 style of bike. I also suggest you give it a name, can't go calling it 'it' all the time. Have a good night little one." Primus said, vanishing again.
"Let's get to the house, and then we'll work on a name." Sam said, getting on the bike.
The second he sat on it, knowledge flooded his brain. He now knew how to ride a motorcycle like a pro and he couldn't wait to really test out its speed.
Within a minute, the teen was at his new home. It was just a one-story house made of metal, but it seemed pretty cozy. After exploring for a bit, he found out the house really did have everything he would need. A huge master bedroom with its own bathroom, a living room with all kinds of entertainment (he nearly drooled at the giant TV with every game system sitting in front of it) a kitchen packed with food, a laundry room, and finally what he dubbed a workout room. Thankfully, everything inside the house wasn't made of metal, he couldn't imagine having to sleep on a metal bed or sitting on metal chairs for the next year. Heading back in the living room, Sam sat down on the couch and stared at the bike. He could swear that it was staring back at him.
"Alright, now, let's figure out a name for you." Sam said, staring at his bike.
A moment later, Sam's eyes lit up. "I got it. What do you think of Blitz?"
The human laughed when the bike did a wheelie in the living room before flashing its lights a few times.
"Blitz it is then. Come on, let's get some dinner then head to bed."
After fixing a quick meal, Sam headed to his bedroom and slept peacefully.
He was unaware of the eyes watching him.
"I think this will work out nicely. Now, to prepare a training regimen of DOOM!" Primus cackled, fading out of sight.
Don't you just feel sorry for Sam?